Golly Gee, Y’all. I’m Staying Inside.
I have a shirt from graphic artist Rob Sheridan’s collection that was given to me at Christmas.
Now I’m rethinking the social sphere and maybe the shirt is not the joke I think it was intended to be.
Y’all, there was a brawl at a Pennsylvania Golden Corral. There were dozens of people throwing high chairs at each other because the Corral ran out of steak. I am not kidding you. There’s even videos of it.
On the video there’s some poor guy walking around saying, “I just wanted some steak.”
Now I want to be honest here. I am not anti-fighting. There are some things worth fighting over. I came real close to punching a guy for trashing talking my Momma. If Mitch McConnell ever knocks on my door, I am going to open the door and punch that sumbitch right on the nose and tell him to get off my property. I believe in the theory of he-had-it-coming.
I looked up Bensalem Pennsylvania and found it has a population of 60,000. I can assure you that whatever Golden Corral was serving was not steak. There’s a fairly high probability that it was some sort of meat, but steak, no.
On the other hand, Golden Corral might be high-falutin’ in Bensalem. The only competition in its class would be Pizza Hut and Mabel’s Pea Soup and More Cafe.
But I’m not sure I want to be social around people who throw rowdy fits in a crowded place over something I wouldn’t eat in the first place. Lurleen respectfully disagrees with me. “Honey, the article says nobody got hurt. If you are throwing furniture in a crowded restaurant and nobody gets hurt, you are not fighting — you’re just horsing around.”